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The fish does not understand Water But the stray-nine Understands home Sometimes it takes an absence A negativity, a darkness From the dust dream rises Like stars from the void Someone rides an elevator up Your spine and Bridge The direction is born Soul tendrils extend and Embrace tender lock of we Season together The fat men starve before the Peasant because they Have never really Ached In their stomachs In their bones When you live in famine Scraps can sustain And yet Will you still notice the Seven shade cycle rainbow-nectaring From the street lanterns? Or the Diamonds In ivory fro-banks glittering sparks? When you are full Will you Ponder the pulsar’s violence? Will you Spare the stranger and Samaritan oft? When you are full Don’t lose it Sadness is Your prism Choose the spectrum Transcend the neut and stag You can be their Atlas They Need It
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 2:07 PM UTC
161. Prism 1/10/13
The fish does not understand Water But the stray-nine Understands home Sometimes it takes an absence A negativity, a darkness From the dust dream rises Like stars from the void Someone rides an elevator up Your spine and Bridge The direction is born Soul tendrils extend and Embrace tender lock of we Season together The fat men starve before the Peasant because they Have never really Ached In their stomachs In their bones When you live in famine Scraps can sustain And yet Will you still notice the Seven shade cycle rainbow-nectaring From the street lanterns? Or the Diamonds In ivory fro-banks glittering sparks? When you are full Will you Ponder the pulsar’s violence? Will you Spare the stranger and Samaritan oft? When you are full Don’t lose it Sadness is Your prism Choose the spectrum Transcend the neut and stag You can be their Atlas They Need It
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 2:07 PM UTC
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